Author's notes: All characters featured in this story are my own creations,
in the Star Trek universe. When I wrote this, I didn't research to
see if a Federation ship had been named USS
Sarek, so the ship in this story is
also mine, and not the real one. I hope that everyone enjoys my
story. Please leave me positive feedback, public or through email. (ahandcuffgirl at yahoo dot com)

Ensign Michelle Carter
was as happy as she could be. She had just transferred to the USS
Sarek,
a Voyager-class
ship, as the assistant counselor. With 212 crew members, she was
busy more often than not, but she loved her work. Michelle had only
been on board a few weeks, arriving just before the ship was sent to
patrol the Romulan/Federation neutral zone. Now she was getting
ready to go to bed. She closed down her computer terminal, climbed
into bed and dimmed the lights.

A
couple of hours later Michelle was suddenly awaken by being thrown
out of her bed and across the room. She hit the wall and fell to the
deck. Alarms were screaming as she came to her senses. Michelle
rose to her hands and knees as the deck jerked beneath her, knocking
her back onto her stomach. She heard a horrible explosion, and then,
the captain over the com system screaming for all hands to abandon
ship. Ensign Carter scrambled to her feet, and out the door. She
stepped into the corridor, and looked to the right, only to see the
bulkhead slammed closed.

Michelle
quickly turned to the left, and ran the dozen or so meters to the
nearest escape pod, and as soon as the hatch opened, jumped in. She
didn’t know how long she should wait, or even if anyone else
was coming. She looked back out into corridor, and saw bulkheads
closing off the corridor both ways. Giving up in dismay, Michelle
ducked back in, and pressed the button that would secure the hatchway
to the pod. As she began securing her crash webbing, she realized
that she was stark naked.

Survival
instinct took over, and she finished securing her webbing and hit the
actuator for the escape pod. Michelle felt it kick out from the
ship, and then an electric charge hit the pod. Warning lights popped
up on the simple control panel in front of her. Since she was a
counselor, Ensign Carter didn’t know a lot about escape pod
repair, but she knew enough to see that her com and sensors were out,
as well as most of the power systems. Now she didn’t know
where she was going, and couldn’t contact anyone else. She had
no idea what had happened to the ship, or if anyone else had
survived. Since the escape pod was built for eight, she knew
that she had an ample supply of
food and water.

Her
chronometer said that almost
an hour had passed when her view port rotated around and she
saw a sight that sent a surge of fear through her; a Romulan ship.
She wondered if it had attacked
the Sarek,
then she felt the tingling of a transporter beam. When her vision
came back, she was sitting on a transporter pad looking up at a
Romulan warrior. She thought back to her training at the academy,
and prepared for the worst. What she got was not it.

“Welcome
aboard the Romulan warship Kelsor,
I am Major Levik” he stated calmly.

“Am
I a prisoner?” asked the scared young Starfleet officer.

A
look of confusion crossed his face. “No, not at all. We have
rescued you.”

“Did
you rescue anyone else?”

The
Romulan frowned. “No. Unfortunately, we were unable to rescue
anyone else from your ship. We did detect life signs on board, but
we had to leave the area do to multiple sub-spatial disturbances.”

“My
name is Ensign Michelle Carter. I need to contact Starfleet command
immediately.”

“Yes, that will be
arranged as soon as possible, Ensign Carter. For now, we need to
find you something to wear,” he said as he openly looked down
her naked body. Michelle looked down, reminded of her current state
of undress. In spite of her fears about her crew mates, she couldn’t
do anything for them right now.

With that, Major Levik escorted
the naked Starfleet officer out of the transporter room. He took her
on what seemed like a long trip for a ship this size. She counted at
least fifty Romulans along the way, and they all seemed to be staring
at her. When she commented on this, his reply was to ask if she
would rather stay naked. They finally arrived at a small room that
looked like an over-sized closest. There was a small piece of fabric
lying on a chair. She picked it up and looked for the rest of her
clothes.

“I
am terribly sorry, Ensign, but we do not normally carry stocks of
civilian clothing for humans, and it is forbidden for you to wear
Romulan military uniform. It is possible that we can find something
else later on.” Figuring that anything was better than
nothing, she put the small ... thing on. It was made of some kind
of stretchy material, and was very tight. The leg portions only came
a few centimeters past her butt cheeks, and the top was a tank top.
She had a little trouble breathing, in it, but she didn’t want
to make a fuss. After another, shorter walk, they entered into a
turbolift. There, a female Romulan was waiting for them.

“I’m
sorry Ensign, but fleet regulations state that only Romulan Star
Empire personal are allowed in sensitive areas without being properly
secured.” With that, she displayed a pair of formidable
looking manacles about six centimeters wide. Michelle was
understandably hesitant.

Major
Levik replied, “I assure you, you are not, Ensign Carter. It’s
just regulations, that’s all. I’m very sorry about this
but Dinitra is right, and regulations are regulations.”

With
apprehension, Ensign Carter allowed the two Romulans to secure her
hands behind her back. As the lift begin moving, she pulled at the
rigid cuffs and felt the unforgiving alloy tight around her wrists.
Michelle was able to move her hands to her side and get a better look
at the cuffs. The lift stopped and they walked a few steps to
another door.

When
it opened, they stepped into what appeared to be the captain’s
ready room. The Captain was a very striking male about thirty
centimeters taller than her own hundred and fifty-five. After
introductions and a few minutes of conversation, Dinitra
surreptitiously keyed a remote, causing Michelle to feel a strong
shock from the cuffs. She staggered but Major Levik caught her
before she could fall. “Ow!” Michelle shouted in pain.
He
responded, “I was afraid that might happen. The cuffs are
meant to be used as a set. They don’t always work correctly
when they are used by themselves.” Dinitra delivered a smaller
shock which led to more apologies.

“What
do you mean a set?” asked the still tingling Ensign Carter.

“A
set.” Dinitra displayed another set of cuffs, these connected
by a short cable, about forty centimeters long, and a larger single
cuff that Michelle could only guess at the purpose of. All of them
looked to be about six centimeters wide, just like the cuffs on her
wrists.

Major
Levik broke in, “We thought it would work out for a short
audience with Captain Tamnik, but they don’t seem to be
cooperating today.” Michelle looked to the Captain for
sympathy, but he replied that the cuffs work much better when used
properly.

“Well,
okay then, whatever you think is best,” Michelle said with a
sigh of resignation. With that, Dinitra knelt behind her and locked
the ankle cuffs on. Then she stood, circled in front of her, and
Michelle felt the cool alloy of the collar close around her neck, and
click shut.

Ensign
Carter and Captain Tamnik concluded their conversation, with Captain
Tamnik explaining that he anticipated contacting Star Fleet soon.
Then Michelle shuffled out to the corridor between her two escorts.
Dinitra deftly reached up and attached something to the front of her.
. . neck cuff she guessed it was called. She looked down, as much as
the six centimeter collar would let her, and saw a cable like the one
connecting her ankle cuffs trailing from the front of the neck cuff.

“What
is that?” asked the startled Starfleet officer.

“It
will make sure we don’t get separated. We really should have
been using it all along, for your safety,” Dinitra said, then
gave the one meter cable a slight tug.

“Can’t
you take off the cuffs now, anyway?” Michelle asked, scared
and confused.

Major
Levik spoke up, “We’ll be at your cabin in just a
moment.” Dinitra gave another tug, this one a little harder,
and they made their way down the corridor. After another turbolift
ride, and a few turns, they arrived at their destination. Michelle
had some trouble walking with the ankle cuffs, but after some advice
from her escorts, she figured out how to shuffle along at a
reasonable pace.

“We
don’t seem to have any empty bunks on the ship at the moment,
so unfortunately you will have to sleep here, in the brig.”
Holding up a hand to forestall her, he went on. “I promise
you, you are in no way a prisoner, Ensign Carter. Captain Tamnik
confirmed that; we just don’t have any open bunks.”
Michelle was still scared and confused, and didn't really want to go
into the brig, but didn't see any other reasonably choices. With a
sigh, she gave in once again, and they stepped into the brig area.

“They
are just a few arrangements to make before you are ready,” said
Dinitra. She keyed the remote for the cuffs, and the cable
connecting the ankle cuffs fell to the deck, as well as the cable
attached to the neck cuff. Then Michele felt a click behind her on
the wrist cuffs.

Major
Levik removed the wide bar from the center of the cuffs and she was
able to bring her hands around in front of her. She asked him if he
was going to remove the actual cuffs, and he replied that it would be
too much trouble to replace them every time she left her cabin.

Dinitra
spoke from behind her. “Now there is one more thing we need
you to wear. A Romulan starship is a dangerous place, especially for
an attractive human female such as yourself,” she said, then
displayed a complicated looking gadget that looked like some
kind of underwear.

“What
is that?” asked Michelle, a little curious, more than a little
worried.

“You
humans would call it a chastity belt. It will protect you from any ... adventurous Romulans on board.” Michelle sighed again and
took off her outfit on Major Levik’s instructions. Dinitra
placed the ten centimeter wide belt around her waist and secured it
at the small of her back. Then Dinitra explained that it would be
impossible for anyone to even touch her vagina area with the chastity
belt on.

Michelle,
who was still distracted by the chastity belt that now covered her
womanhood, was kind enough to hold the other piece of the set, an
alloy bra, like the belt, over her breasts while Dinitra secured it
behind her. Then Dinitra showed Michelle around the cell, explaining
the food replicator, computer screen, toilet, and bunk.

Ensign
Carter was taken aback when she realized that she was supposed to put
her cuffs and belt in the notches on the bunk to go to sleep.
Dinitra calmly explained that the bunk would link with the cuffs and
belt and self-adjust to give her a more comfortable rest.

Dinitra
told her that one of them would come to get her in the morning, then
they left Michelle to her own devices. Only after they left did she
realize that they had taken her clothes with them. She used the
toilet without too much trouble, in spite of the chastity belt. She
tried to figure out the computer screen, but all she could get was
some kind of Romulan language lesson. Giving up in frustration, she
decided to try to get some sleep.

Michelle
tried to get comfortable for a few minutes, then gave up and did what
Dinitra had suggested to her. She placed her ankles in the notches
at the foot of the bunk, and heard an audible “click” as
the ankle cuffs locked into place. Lying down on her back, she set
the chastity belt in place, and the bra in its notch. Then she
pulled up her hair so the neck cuff could lock in.

Finally,
with apprehension, she stretched her arms over her head and locked
her wrist cuffs into their notches. The bunk immediately began to
conform to her body, and she felt pleasure washing over her, and her
fear and apprehension fade away. Michelle quickly felt herself
relaxing, and sliding off to sleep.

The
computer immediately went to work conditioning her mind with
sub-harmonic commands, sending electronic pulses to her calves,
(causing them to shorten) and keeping her both asleep and very
aroused. It also influenced her dreams, causing her to have highly
erotic dreams for the next twelve hours, but remembering none of
them.

When
Michelle awoke sometime later, she felt well rested, and incredibly
aroused. She was also quite thirsty, hungry, and really had to pee.
She tried to sit up, only to remember that she was in a Romulan brig,
and firmly secured to the bunk. The computer released her limbs and
torso from the bunk when she started moving.

Michelle
sat up, and stepped onto the deck, only to feel a shooting pain in
her calves. She massaged them for a moment, and the pain subsided,
only to return when she tried to stand again. Giving up, she dropped
to her hands and knees and first satisfied the urge to pee. Then she
crawled to the replicator and asked for her favorite breakfast, which
it didn’t understand. After a few moments’
thought, she asked what it had for a breakfast meal. The computer
informed her that this station only served one thing, for all meals.

Must
be because I’m in the brig,
Michelle thought as the asked for the only thing she could get. She
got some kind of purplish shake in a liter container, complete with a
straw a little over two centimeters wide. The container was one
piece, so she had to use the straw.

The
shake was thick; she had to suck the straw very hard to get any. It
tasted very salty, and like something else that she couldn’t
place. Soon she had the hang of it, getting a tight seal with her
lips and sucking her cheeks in to get a good flow.

After
she finished the shake and disposed of the container, she tried the
computer again. Luckily it was waist high, so she could use it from
the deck. She managed to display the time, and found out that she
had been asleep for twelve hours!

Ensign
Carter couldn’t believe she had slept that long! She fiddled
with the screen some more, but could only find the language lesson.
With a shrug she started learning the Romulan language. Everything
seemed to be geared towards a supervisor ordering a servant about,
and the servant’s responses. Without conscious thought, she
put her hands behind her back. She soon lost herself in the program,
learning how to address one’s Master or Mistress, his or her
guests, and friends, or even someone that the servant had been loaned
to. The lesson also included how a servant should act in public,
cleaning and serving a meal to a large party.

Michelle
eventually checked the time again, and discovered that she had been
studying for nearly eight hours. As she crawled to the toilet, she
wondered when Major Levik or Dinitra was coming to get her.
Shouldn’t these
cramps be gone by now?
she thought.

After
taking care of that business, Michelle crawled back to the replicator
and got some more of the purple stuff. She sat on the deck and sucked
down another shake. Now full again, she crawled to her bunk for a
quick nap. She calmly let the bunk secure her limbs and torso.
Sleep overtook her and the bunk continued its mind and body shaping.
After about five hours of sleep, longer than she intended, she awoke
to the sound of the door opening, and Dinitra stepping in.

“Good
morning Michelle,” she said cheerily as she walked over to the
bunk.

Why
did she call me Michelle?
a puzzled Ensign Carter thought. As she tried to sit up, the cuffs
quickly stopped her. Frustrated, she told Dinitra good morning, then
asked her why the bunk wouldn't release her. As soon as she asked,
the notches released the cuffs, collar, belt, and bra. She sat up on
the edge of the bunk and started to stand, but a stabbing pain shot
through her calves, just like before. She sat back down and tried to
massage them, as Dinitra asked her what was wrong. Michelle informed
her of the shooting pains when she tried to stand.

Dinitra’s
response was to go to the replicator, and after giving it a command
override, get a pair of black ankle boots. She brought them to
Michelle, and explained that they were specially designed to relieve
the side effect of the ankle cuffs. The boots seemed very sturdy:
they would come just over her ankle, and the chunky heels were about
eight centimeters high.

Michelle
commented that she didn’t think she could walk in them, but
Dinitra convinced her to try them. The Romulan keyed the remote for
the cuffs, and the ankle cuffs snapped open. Michelle didn’t
even think to ask why she had to wear them all the time if they were
so easy to remove.

Dinitra
helped her pull the boots on, and seal them up. After replacing the
ankle cuffs, which covered the top of the boots, Dinitra helped her
to her feet and she took a few tentative steps. As she walked around
her cabin, Dinitra gave her a few pointers on how to walk easier in
them. To put one foot directly in front of the other, push her
buttocks and chest out, and let her hips sway as she walked.

The
Romulan even explained that the ankle cuffs would make it impossible
to take off the boots while they were locked on. Then she informed
Michelle that she would taker her on a tour of the Kelsor.

“Great!”
Michelle replied. “I was getting a little bored in here.”
Michelle then turned away from Dinitra and placed her hands behind
her back without being prompted.

Dinitra
smiled as she secured her hands; the drugged food and mind control
were working so well she didn’t even have to suggest to the
former Starfleet Officer that she needed to be cuffed. She quickly
secured her ankles with the cable, and snapped the leash onto her
collar.

“Um,
shouldn’t I get dressed first?” Michelle asked.

“Oops,
I knew I had forgotten to bring something,” Dinitra replied.
“I think that you’ll be fine. Your chastity belt and bra
will keep anyone from taking advantage of your current condition.”
With a pull of the leash they were on their way.

Michelle
struggled a little at first; in the heels and ankle cuffs, causing
Dinitra to joke that she would just have to have more practice.
Michelle giggled at this, and for some reason, found herself agreeing
with her. They visited various parts of the ship, Michelle greeting
several crew members along the way. They all seemed to want to touch
her, and look her up and down like she was an exhibit in a zoo or
something. Lucky for
me I’m wearing this chastity belt,
Michelle thought smugly.

As
they toured, Dinitra told her more about her collar, leash, and
cuffs, including their names. “They monitor your location,
bodily functions pulse rate, and so forth. I can cause various
levels of pain, heat cold, shock and pleasure with the controls on
the end of the leash, or the remote. It will also deliver a
severe shock if you touch the remote or the leash controls, even if
by accident. I can also cause the collar to tighten or relax, as
well as force you to keep your head in a certain position.”

“Is that why the
collar is most comfortable when my head is facing forwards and slight
down?”

“Yes it is,”
replied Dinitra. “That is very clever of you to figure that
out so quickly.” Michelle blushed at she went on. “One
more thing I want to show you about the collar. It can sense your
vocal cords, and deliver shocks, pain, or whatever I set it for when
the wearer speaks, forcing them to remain silent without gagging
them.” She discreetly set the collar to give a mild shock as
she was saying this. Michelle jumped when she tried to comment on
this; which caused her to comment on that, which caused her to giggle
at her own stupidity, which caused several more shocks before Dinitra
could turn off that particular feature.

“I
see what you mean,” Michelle said when she caught her breath.
They arrived at their last stop, the brig's workout facility, much to
Michelle’s delight. Dinitra even released her wrist and ankle
cuffs so she could try out some of the equipment. Most of it was
similar to Starfleet equipment, but all these had notches for her
wrist and ankle cuffs, even for her heels.

Michelle
was eager to secure her arms and feet into place and get some
exercise, although she did wonder why everything seemed to be
specially designed for her restraints. Dinitra explained how the
computer would design a daily workout regimen for her, and with the
help of the collar and cuffs take her through it as well as monitor
her progress and adjust itself along the way. “No way to cheat
on the squat machine here, is there?”

Smiling, Dinitra said
“No, it even measures your heart rate and can deliver any of
the “motivations” it needs to get you back on track.”

“So the collar
will shock me if I try to quit early?”

“Not only that,
since you will be secured to the machine, it won’t release you
until you complete your workout, including extra reps or time or
whatever the computer deems necessary.” They headed
towards the exit, where Michelle was quick to remind her not to
forget to re-cuff her.

Dinitra
thanked her as she locked the centerpiece of the cuffs into place.
Then she secured her ankle cuffs with the cable, and with a tug of
her leash; they headed back to Michelle’s cell. As they
arrived, Michelle remembered to ask when she would be able to contact
Starfleet. “We are experiencing some interference with our
long range communications, but the Captain assures me that it will be
cleared up soon.”

This
seemed to satisfy the young Starfleet officer, whose mind was so
conditioned from the mind control drugs in the shakes and the
computer’s programming while she slept that she didn’t
even think to question such an obvious lie. She moved on to
her next question. “Is there anyway I can get something else
to eat, besides those purple shakes?”

“The replicator
is preprogrammed for it; it would be difficult to change; and
besides, it is very good for you, and digests to only liquid
waste.”

“Well,
okay then, I understand. Can you put a little more entertainment on
the computer screen? All I can find is a language lesson.”

“Yes
that can be arranged, >you’ll
need some culture and etiquette lessons anyway.” Dinitra keyed
the remote, and the leash, wrist and ankle cuffs released themselves.
She collected the ankle cable, wrist cuff piece and leash and was
preparing to leave when Michelle absent-mindedly commented that it
felt kinda weird not being cuffed.

“Well,
if you’d like I can re-cuff you. The replicator and computer
screen can be operated by voice command, so you’d be fine with
your hands restrained.” Michelle asked how she would sleep,
and Dinitra replied, “The bunk will work face down as well as
face up. It also gives your head support while allowing you to
breath normally.”

Dinitra
instructed the computer to re-configure the bunk, and after
re-cuffing Michelle’s wrists, let her lie face down on the
bunk. Michelle felt very comfortable with her hands secured behind
her lying down. She had a little trouble getting back up, but didn’t
seem to mind. Dinitra had another suggestion. “Since you are
going to be cuffed for a while, you might as well have your ankles
cuffed too.”

“Yeah,
I guess you're right, and it will give me some more of that practice
I need walking in them.” Smiling, Dinitra reconnected the
cable securing her ankle cuffs. She wished her a good day and left
the cuffed and collared Starfleet officer on her own. Michelle
decided to eat first, so she shuffled to the replicator and
asked for a shake. It appeared and Michelle realized that she would
have to eat it on her knees. She dropped down and saw that the
container was in a larger holder so it wouldn’t move.

Must
know I’m cuffed,
she thought, impressed with the Romulan computer. Michelle
leaned forward and took the straw into her mouth. It
seems a little bigger this time,
she added mentally, while she sucked down the thick purple shake.

Ensign
Carter finished her meal and since she was already on her knees,
simply crawled to the computer screen. She asked it for any new
programs, and an etiquette program appeared. The computer continued
its brainwashing of her as she learned proper etiquette for a human
in the company of Romulans.

Much
to her horror, she discovered that she had been insulting her
rescuers by speaking without having been spoken to, not addressing
them as Sir
or Ma’am,
not keeping her eyes downcast in their presence, not kneeling when
she entered the their presence, or asking how she could be of
service to them.

Michelle vowed to
remedy this situation at once.
She stared blankly at the screen as she absorbed information, on the
conscious and sub-conscious level, the computer re-enforcing old
lessons and new. It brought her out of her trance after about five
hours.

She
came to her senses and realized that she needed to pee. She wondered
how she was going to do this while cuffed, but crawled to the toilet
anyway, rose to the seat and sat down. Doing her business was easy
enough, and just when she finished, she felt a spray from the sides
of the toilet that cleaned her. She stood up and shuffled to her
bunk, where she lay down on her belly, and after locking her ankle
cuffs, belt, bra and collar into place, drifted off to sleep. The
computer continued her brainwashing and body shaping while keeping
her in a constant state of arousal while she slept.

After
about eight hours, the computer awoke her gently so she wouldn’t
realize it was waking her. Then it kept her firmly secured for
another hour, but now for some reason, she didn’t mind this at
all. When Dinitra was ready to get her, it released her cuffs from
the bunk. She tried to stand, only to have the shooting pains in her
calves return.

The
door opened and Dinitra entered. After only a moment’s
hesitation, Michelle dropped to her knees, put her forehead down,
just a few centimeters off the deck, and greeted her. “Good
morning Ma’am, how may I be of service?”

“Good
morning Michelle, I’m glad to see that the etiquette lessons
have taken hold. I am going to escort you to the workout facility so
you can begin your regimen.”

“Thank
you Ma’am, however, the pain in my calves when I try to stand
has come back.”

“I
believe I can fix that,” she replied. She stepped over the
prostrate Michelle like she was nothing more than an obstacle and
went to the replicator. Michelle stayed motionless, awaiting
permission to move. Dinitra retrieved a new pair of ankle boots.
“You may rise.”

“Thank
you Ma’am.”

Dinitra
keyed the remote, releasing the wrist cuffs, and completely unlocking
the ankle cuffs. Michelle rose to a sitting position as she handed
her the new boots. “Here, try these on.”

Michelle
looked at the boots as she took off her old ones. The only
difference she could see was the heel height. These looked to be
about fifteen centimeters instead of eight like her old ones. She
pulled the new ones on and snapped the ankle cuffs back on over them.
“Stand up and walk around, Michelle,” Dinitra instructed
her.

“Yes
Ma’am,” she replied as she got on her feet, considerably
more difficult in the taller heels. Michelle shuffled around the
cabin, getting used to the new heels. Then Dinitra re-cuffed her
wrists, attached the leash and led her out of the cabin. Michelle
had to sway her hips even more, and stick her chest and buttocks out
more in her new heels. The short stride from the ankle cuffs didn’t
help matters.

They
arrived at the workout facility and Dinitra released her leash,
wrist, and ankle cuffs. She departed and Michelle got started. The
computer gave her a thorough stretching out first, then began the
workout. It lit up the machine that she had to go to, and Michelle
quickly went and secured her wrist and ankle cuffs as necessary. She
had to keep up a quick pace, or she got shocked, which happened a few
times.

The
computer seemed to be concentrating first on aerobic conditioning,
then overall muscle tone. Michelle worked out for a couple of hours,
then, after a cool down and more stretching, the computer instructed
her to prepare for Dinitra’s arrival.

Michelle
quickly went to the door and knelt about two meters in front of it.
Dinitra arrived and Michelle greeted her. The Romulan secured her
hands and feet and led her back to her cell by the leash. She
removed the leash and Michelle knelt as she left.

After
Dinitra left, Michelle had a shake. The straw seemed bigger across
this time as well. Probably
close to four centimeters,
she thought. She sucked it down and crawled to the computer screen
and asked for any new lessons.

The
computer started a Romulan culture program, and she began learning
about the glorious Romulan Empire’s culture, and how the evil
and corrupt Federation was destined to be subject to Romulus.
Michelle sat in rapt attention as she absorbed this. Six hours later
the computer released her from her trance and she went to bed.

She
awoke eight hours later and spent an hour firmly secured to her bunk.
However this time, she needed to use the bathroom, bad. She asked
the computer to release her, and it responded by activating the
voice shock feature of her collar. She silently endured the rest of
the hour cuffed to her bunk.

When it finally
released her, she scrambled to
the toilet and relieved herself. She wasn’t sure if she could
speak without being shocked, so she decided to stay quiet for the
time being. Dinitra arrived and she dropped to her knees and bowed,
and greeted her without thinking. Guess
I can talk again,
she thought.

“Good
morning Michelle, you may rise.” She rose to a sitting
position as Dinitra continued. “You know, you have been here
long enough for me to think of you as a friend, but calling you
Michelle all the time just reminds me that you are a Starfleet
officer; so I was thinking, what you need is a new, Romulan name.”

“If
that is what pleases you Ma’am, I would be happy to take on a
new name,” the docile human replied.

“Good,
from now on, you’ll be known as N’Sup. It’s
appropriate for you.”

“Yes
Ma’am, Thank you Ma’am. May I ask what N’Sup
means, Ma’am?”

“You
don’t need to know that, N’Sup. Come on now, it’s
time for your workout.” She attached the leash to N’Sup’s
collar and they were off.

At
the gym Dinitra un-cuffed her and left her to do her exercises.
N’Sup did an extensive stretching routine to begin, and then
started the main workout. She was waiting in the greeting position
when Dinitra returned. The Romulan re-cuffed her and led her back to
her cell. Along the way she explained to her the she needed to start
thinking of herself as ‘N’Sup’
all the time.

“Yes
Ma’am,” she replied, “N’Sup will.”

“That’s
good. There are a couple of surprises waiting for you in your cell,
N’Sup.”

She
excitedly asked what they were, but Dinitra was firm that she had to
wait. They arrived and N’Sup found an upgraded food replicator
on the wall, and four new cuffs on the bunk. Dinitra explained the
upgraded replicator first.

“When
it is time for you to eat, the straw will extend from the wall here,
about one meter from the deck. It won’t move, so you can
easily suck it while you are restrained. The computer will control
your feeding times as well, and alert you when it is time to eat.”

She
then explained the new cuffs, “These two smaller ones are
called bicep cuffs.” She locked them onto the appropriate
places on her arms and she went on. “They work the same as the
other cuffs, and can be secured with varying lengths of cable, or to
each other when you get flexible enough for that.” She secured
the new cuffs with a fifteen centimeter cable, pulling her arms back
and forcing her chest out. She picked up the larger cuffs and told
her about them. “These are thigh cuffs. They lock onto your
thighs, of course.” Dinitra secured the cuffs onto N’Sup’s
upper thighs, about ten centimeters below her crotch.

“All of the cuffs
can be locked with varying lengths of bars, to keep your limbs spread
as much as I want them to be. All of the cuffs can be further
secured to you by millions of microscopic barbs that go into the
skin. This will stop the cuffs from moving around. This is usually
necessary with the bicep and thigh cuffs, so I’m going to
activate them now. This will sting a little, N’Sup.”

“Yes Ma’am.”
Dinitra keyed the remote and millions of tiny barbs shot into her
upper arms and thighs. She gasped in pain and almost fell, but
regained her balance. “N’Sup sees what you mean, Ma’am.”

“Now N’Sup,
there is a new lesson on the computer screen for you, have a nice
day.”

N’Sup dropped to
her knees and bade her a good day as well. She then crawled to the
computer screen and began her lesson. Soon she was in a trance
learning about sex. Romulan/human sex. The lesson was very graphic,
and detailed. She learned positions, techniques, how to please both
male and female Romulans with and without the use her hands.

The
only thing it said about pleasing the human female was that she
should be concerned with pleasing her partner. This seemed to strike
a cord with the young human. N’Sup knelt before the screen for
nearly seven hours before the computer released her. She realized
her pussy was dripping cunt juice as she shuffled to the toilet. Why
did N’Sup call it a pussy?
she wondered. She finished that business and went to bed. As she
lay down she saw that the bunk had new notches for her thigh cuffs.

After
she slept for eight hours, the computer woke her and kept her secured
another one. She was very aroused; she remembered having dreams
about sex all night. N’Sup
has been dreaming about sex a lot lately,
she thought blissfully. The computer released her as Dinitra
entered.

N’Sup
dropped to her knees and, after they exchanged greetings; asked
permission to speak. Dinitra granted it and N’Sup asked when
N’Sup would be able to contact Starfleet Command.
“Unfortunately our current mission requires absolute
communications silence, so N’Sup won’t be able to for
several weeks.”

“Yes
Ma’am, um, may N’Sup ask how long she had been on board
the Kelsor,
she has lost track of days.

“N’Sup is a
very silly little girl to forget what day it is, isn’t she.”

“Yes Ma’am,
N’Sup is.”

“Rise
N’Sup.” N’Sup rose and sat on her heels. “N’Sup
has been on board the Kelsor for sixteen days.”

“Sixteen
days! N’Sup didn’t realize that she had been on board
that long.”

“Well,
we’ve wasted enough time today; let’s get you to
your workout.” She attached the leash and pulling it, helped
N’Sup to her feet. Dinitra led her to the workout facility.
She released her from her cuffs and leash, and left. N’Sup
began fingering the front of her chastity belt.

She couldn’t feel
a thing, so she tried to slip a finger
in the side, just for a little relief. She didn’t notice the
computer lighting up the stretching area. It, however was
communicating with her cuffs and chastity belt, so it knew what she
was up to. It delivered a moderate shock to her fingers. She
quickly pulled them away from her moist pussy and walked quickly, as
quickly as she could in the fifteen centimeter heels, to the
stretching area and began her workout.

A
couple of hours later, she completed her workout and was waiting for
Dinitra when her fingers drifted back to her crotch. The computer
was ready this time though, and delivered a stronger shock to her
fingers upon first contact. She pulled her stung hand away and
massaged the sore digits. It’s
like N’Sup’s body doesn’t even belong to N’Sup
anymore, she
thought.

Her
mind didn’t even recognize that it didn’t belong to her
either. The door opened and N’Sup dropped to her knees and
face as Dinitra stepped in.

“Hello
Ma’am, how may N’Sup be of service today?”

“Hello
N’Sup, you may rise.” She rose and sat on her heels.
Dinitra re-cuffed her wrists, biceps and ankles and led her back to
her cell. As they were walking, after getting permission to
speak, N’Sup commented that her upper arms seemed to be pulled
back more than before.

Dinitra
replied that the cable would be shortened from time to time until her
elbows could touch for long periods of time. They arrived and
Dinitra left her in her cell. N’Sup was hungry by this time
and looking at the new food replicator and saw that the straw was
sticking out for her. She shuffled over and dropped to her knees.
The straw was bare centimeters from her face. It’s
bigger again, she
thought. She decided to find out how big.

“Computer,
what was the diameter of the straw my first day, and what is the
diameter now?”

It
replied that it was two and a half centimeters the first day, and
five centimeters in diameter now.

“How
long is it?”

Twenty
centimeters was the reply.

She
shrugged and leaned forwards to eat. She had trouble getting enough
of the straw into her mouth, but managed. After a little
experimenting, she found out that she had to suck most of the straw
into her mouth to get very much of the shake. N’Sup finished
her meal and crawled to the bunk. This daily pattern repeated for
another two weeks.

N’Sup
would work out, study on the computer screen, eat and sleep. The
computer kept her constantly horny, and every time she so much as
brushed her crotch, it would shock her. That wasn’t much,
since she was only released from her bondage to workout. After her
workout one day Dinitra informed her that Captain Tamnik was hosting
a formal dinner for some visiting officers tomorrow evening, and
asked N’Sup if she would like to serve at it?

“Yes
Ma’am, N’Sup would,” she excitedly replied.

“It will require
some hard work; do you think you are up to it?”

“Yes Ma’am,
N’Sup is up to it.”

“The Captain is a
very important man, and his guests are high ranking officers.
Everything must go perfectly. The computer will give you extra
lessons on this, and there are some other arrangements to be made.
Do you still want to be a servant?”

“Yes Ma’am,
N’Sup does.” Instead of taking her to her cell, Dinitra
informed her that traditionally servants at formal dinners had to be
hairless; completely hairless from head to toe. N’Sup balked
at first, but quickly accepted.

Once
they arrived at the preparation room, Dinitra completely removed all
of her cuffs and chastity devices. N’Sup commented that she
felt even more naked without her omnipresent restraints.

Soon
the Romulans who prepared servants had spread one cream on her head,
including her eyebrows. The other cream covered her from neck to
feet. The attendants neglected to mention that the cream on her body
would result in permanent hair loss. They made sure to cover her
pussy totally. N’Sup had to be sharply reprimanded by Dinitra
to stop touching herself several times. Finally she ordered N’Sup
to put her hands behind her and she locked a pair of small cuffs on
her thumbs.

“I
didn’t want to have to do that N’Sup, but you left me no
choice.” N’Sup apologized again, and was able to contain
herself with the thumb cuffs’ help. After about half an hour
the attendants announced that she was done. They sprayed her off,
and Dinitra replaced her cuffs and chastity devices, leaving the
thumb cuffs on. She led the hairless former Starfleet Officer back
to her cell, where she instructed her that the computer had the
lessons she needed to study ready for her.

Dinitra
departed and N’Sup knelt as she left. N’Sup crawled to
the screen and begin her lesson. She learned that she would be naked
during the entire meal, and her collar’s voice shock feature
would be on its most sensitive setting. She would be cuffed,
including having her hands covered. She wondered how she would serve
cuffed, but found that out in short order.

A
twenty centimeter wide belt would replace her chastity belt, and a
serving tray would be attached to that. Two cables would be
connected to the front of the tray, and run to the front of her
collar. That way, her arms could stay firmly cuffed behind her.
Small bells would be attached to her nipples that would tinkle at the
slightest movement. Part of her duties would be to stand at
attention next to the captain and ensure the bells stayed silent.

N'Sup
would be on display as much as anything. Any party guest could touch
her anywhere they wanted to. Her restraints would be special as
well. Her bicep cuffs would be locked together with nothing between
them, forcing her elbows to touch; the same for her wrist and thumb
cuffs. Her hands would be covered with the same alloy as her cuffs,
keeping her fingers strait and her palms together.

Her
tits—that was what the computer called them and how she
referred to them in her mind now—would have three centimeter
wide cuffs around the base of them, forcing them to stick out
obscenely. Her nipples would also have the bells clamped onto them.
Her thigh cuffs would be secured with an eight centimeter bar between
them. This would keep her from closing her legs, but allow her to
walk. The ankle cuffs would be connected by a twenty centimeter
cable, forcing her to take small, mincing steps.

N’Sup
spent close to six hours in the trance, learning and re-enforcing her
duties at the captain’s dinner. Once the computer brought her
out of it, she crawled to the food replicator.

Recently,
she had learned that she could get more by taking the entire straw
into her mouth. It was somewhat flexible, so she could bend it a
little. N’Sup had to slide it all the way in, but she got her
nose pressed firmly against the wall. She finished her meal, having
suck the twenty centimeter straw down her throat several times. Then
she was off to bed.

N’Sup
awoke the next morning, horny and frustrated as usual. Dinitra
arrived and took her to her workout. Next was a touch-up by the
attendants. They inspected every centimeter of her body for stray
hairs, especially her head. Dinitra removed her chastity belt and
bra with the remote, and the attendants inspected ‘down there’
for hair.

The
former Starfleet Officer was dripping like a faucet as she felt their
breath on her hairless pussy. Next they attached the bells to her
nipples with the clamps. N’Sup winced as they went on, but
said nothing. Then the new belt was put on her. It was tighter than
her old one.

Dinitra
told her to hold her breath in, and keyed the remote, making the
twenty centimeter wide belt tighten about eight centimeters, bringing
her fifty centimeter waist down to forty-two. Dinitra told her that
this would increase her attractiveness at the dinner. N’Sup
accepted this and let her know that she wanted to be as
attractive as possible.

“Now we have to
prepare your cuffs, N’Sup,”
Dinitra said. The attendants replaced the ankle cable with the
twenty centimeter one, then the gloves were put on her hands. Next
were the tittie cuffs. That’s what they called them as they
clamped them onto her breasts.

One
attendant pulled her tits out as the cuffs went on, making sure they
were firm against her ribs. Dinitra warned her, then activated the
barbs in the tit cuffs. N’Sup screamed out, and tears ran down
her cheeks as Dinitra gave N’Sup some last minute instructions
and left her with a stern warning not to disappoint her.

The
horny N’Sup stayed busy for the first hour and a half or so,
mincing back a forth delivering drinks and food on her tray. The
guests talked about how they all liked their quarters, making
her wonder why she still didn’t have any. Their hands were
every where. Twisting and pulling her nipples, slapping her tits and
ass, and they all wanted to stick a finger into her soaking cunt.
Then they would make her lick her own juice off their fingers.

While she was standing
at attention by Captain Tamnik’s table, he dropped his knife on
the deck. He told her to pick it up, and she dropped to her knees
and after a few tries, picked it up with her mouth. Still kneeling,
she held it out for him. He accidentally dropped it again as he was
getting it, producing much laughter around the table as she picked it
up the second time. He
retrieved it from her, then patted her head and thanked her. All the
guests laughed again.

N’Sup
had just struggled back to her feet when a female admiral at the far
end of the table dropped something. All the guests watched as she
minced down the length of the table, heels clicking on the deck,
squatted down and picked up the errant fork with her mouth. They
chuckled as the admiral ignored her kneeling at her side for several
minutes. N’Sup waited patiently with the fork in her mouth for
her to retrieve it as well.

The
last thing N’Sup was commanded to do was demonstrate how she
ate. A straw appeared on the wall and they all gathered around as
she knelt and took the six centimeter wide straw into her mouth.
They seemed very excited when she took the entire length of the straw
in. She blushed as they cheered her on. At last it was over. The
guests left, and Dinitra led her back to her cell.
N’Sup
asked permission to speak, and when Dinitra granted it, she informed
her that she was very aroused, and desperately needed sexual relief.
Dinitra replied that she could tell, and since she had done a good
job at the Captain’s dinner, she would see what she could do.
N’Sup thanked her as they arrived at her cell.

On
Dinitra’s instructions, N’Sup stood in the corner as the
Romulan went to the replicator. She ordered the human to the center
of the cell and keyed the remote to release her ankle and thigh
cuffs. She had N’Sup spread her feet apart and shoved the
larger of the two dildos from the replicator into her cunt.

N’Sup
moaned in ecstasy as the dildo plunged into her. Dinitra made her
bend forward at the waist, and pushed the smaller dildo into her ass.
Then she replaced the chastity belt, using the new, wider corset
belt that was still locked on.

Next
Dinitra ordered the quivering girl to her bunk, where she released
the cuffs on her thumbs, wrists, and arms. N’Sup brought her
hands around and almost touched her crotch, but multiple shocks had
trained her that it wasn’t permitted. Dinitra had her lie down
and lock all of her cuffs and chastity devices into place. N’Sup
had to spread her feet wider than normal to get her ankle
cuffs into their notches. When she was firmly secured in place,
Dinitra sat down next to the bound girl.

“N’Sup, I
think you may want to scream out, so I am going to gag you. That way
you can scream all you want to, and you won’t disturb anyone
important.” Dinitra pulled out the head
harness she had replicated.

N’Sup
opened wide and allowed her to push the gag into her mouth. It
feels like the straw,
she thought as she sucked on the gag. Dinitra locked the harness
into place, including the blindfold.

This
was so she could concentrate on her pleasure, not on the ceiling.
“The harness looks very good on your bald head,” Dinitra
told her.

N’Sup
smiled through her gag and mumbled Thank
you Ma’am, in
reply. Dinitra pushed the harness’s earplugs into place,
turned on the computer program and left. The cameras in the cell
recorded everything.

It
was a very popular show on the Kelsor.
Many of the VIPs even opted to visit the former Starfleet Officer in
person, not that she knew it with the blindfold and earplugs in.

N’Sup
thrashed for hours, orgasming more times than she could count. Not
only did the gag feel like a straw, but it pumped what tasted like
the shakes down her throat when she climaxed. She pulled against her
cuffs as the computer-controlled dildos kept a random pattern,
sometimes taking her to the edge and backing off, sometimes taking
her through multiple orgasms in minutes. After several hours, the
computer slowed the dildos and kept the exhausted N’Sup awake
and on the verge for more than an hour before it finally it let her
cum one more time. She soon fell asleep, holes filled and mouth
gagged.

Dinitra
arrived the next morning and removed the harness and gag, then
re-cuffed N’Sup to work out. She felt weird with her holes
filled while stretching and exercising. Once N’Sup completed
he work out, she knelt and waited for Dinitra to retrieve her.

N’Sup
greeted her, and Dinitra told her to rise. Then she said, “N’Sup,
you have been on board a while now, using ship’s resources,
taking up space, don’t you think it’s time you started
earning your keep?”

“Yes
Ma’am, N’Sup should.”

“Good,
for the taking up space part, you’ll move in with me, effective
immediately.” N’Sup agreed and she went on. “As
for the making yourself useful part, since
you will be in my quarters all the time, you will keep it clean and
tidy at all times.”

“Yes
Ma’am,” N’Sup replied. Good,
N’Sup’s had lots of lessons on cleaning and stuff,
she thought.

Dinitra
re-cuffed her and, leash in hand, led N’Sup to her new home.
She explained her cleaning duties to her bound maid. N’Sup was
happy to see a food replicator and computer screen like the one in
her cell on the wall. She didn’t see a bunk for her though.

N’Sup
asked where she would sleep, and Dinitra directed her attention to a
cage at the foot of her bed. N’Sup was eager to crawl into it
and try it out. She spent several minutes inside with the door
closed. It locked automatically.

“Most
nights you will sleep in this cage. If you please me, and I am in a
generous mood, I may allow you to sleep leashed to my bed,”
Dinitra informed her.

“What
do I have to do to please you, Ma’am?” N’Sup asked.

“I’m
glad you asked N’Sup.” Dinitra ordered her to her knees
and after opening her uniform pants, told her to get busy pleasing
her. N’Sup dove right in as the Romulan explained to the
former Starfleet officer that her orgasms were completely based on
her goodwill.

Dinitra
went on to tell her that to start with, she would be allowed one
orgasm for every five that she brought to her. Unless N’Sup is
being punished, that was.

Soon
N’Sup was a fifth of the way to her own orgasm. She couldn’t
even think about her life before coming on board the Kelsor.
It seemed perfectly natural to be bound hand and foot all day, and
be in the complete control of a Romulan woman.

“Yes
Director, all seventeen of the subjects are completely under our
control ... Yes, it is unfortunate that the technique had no effect
on the nine human males captured. So they all had to be killed? Oh
well, they’re just humans ... Yes Director, we were lucky to
capture the Sarek’s
First Officer.”

“Yes
Director, she does look good in her collar. I chose N’Sup for
Ensign Carter’s new name ... I understand that you don’t
know the meaning of N’Sup. It comes from before the
Romulan/Vulcan rift; it is a slang name for a slave that serves her
owner in a very special way ... Yes, they will say anything while
asleep, won’t they? I’ve found that out too, Director.”

“N’Su—listen
to me! Ensign
Carter, doesn’t
even know she's been broken. She didn’t have much valuable
intelligence, though ... So we did get enough intel from the other
officers and crew women to move forward? Yes director, we should
have enough slaves after Phase Two for the Emperor to have a few.”

“Six!
Well, I’m not going to tell the Emperor no. Yes Director, I
can wait a moment ... So one of the subjects was able to return to
the Federation and pass for normal? That will make them some very
useful spies ... A promotion two grades! Well, thank you Director,
I did develop the method. Sub-director Dinitra out.”

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